UNITED.

niff.

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𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼, .         𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜.

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took a small break, but i’m back !!!

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-  › :   「 s​hadow 」

Shadow’s barely able to even adjust to this new universe when he’s suddenly assailed with a comment and a question from ………….. more of a look-alike than the faker would ever be, that’s for sure, but still not quite the mirror image Shadow has grown to expect. He grumbles something unintelligible under his breath / and his body shudders with an influx of Chaos energy, trying to grapple with this new Zone / new world new rules and the Chaos-infused blood in his veins protests at having to change. Despite his status as a soldier, Shadow’s never been good with authority.

QUESTIONING THE INEVITABLE – yes, a good way to put it / and a gloved hand slowly removes itself from his head where Shadow had squinted his eyes shut in an attempt to find his bearings. Name and purpose. name and purpose.  “nngh.”  A beat. A breath. Just as easy as back home. Alright. And he settles more firmly into the fabric of the world. “You should know my name. As for purpose – I’m part of a G.U.N. initiative regarding Zone-hopping. Think of it as…tourism. I won’t be here long.”

Somewhat mechanically, Shadow swipes up on his inhibitor ring, and a holo-file showcasing his status as an agent shimmers before the two / small digital file of proof of status. It’s then that he looks his doppelganger over more closely. “…This is a world with the Black Arms.” Not a question, but a statement–it was hard not to see the extraterrestrial heritage in this other-Shadow.

› ; .                              ❛ - INCORRECT. as i’ve confirmed with others, i have had the same experience of saving the earth from their comet just as others have ; it is only my appearance && functionality that differs. - ❜ eyes scan the profile shown before letting scarlets fall upon amber eyes, muscles flexing against his back as though his instincts had warned him to be wary. stripes onces over the double as he turns his gaze back out upon the horizon, no longer paying him mind if all he’s here for is business.

             when GERALD had created him — with the destruction of the human race in mind — stripes was originally designed to be the ultimate bio-weapon to wipe out all mankind, no matter the situation. the professor held contempt && hatred, something clearly that had been effortlessly poured into the hedgehog hybrid, although maybe without potency. if anything he now held a distrust for those who saw him as a threat, or perhaps otherworldly to the point he was no longer welcome. to he alienated was a farce stripes never wanted to entertain.

             where one hedgehog stood as a chaos-infused creation, his doppel stood as a radiation zone ; chaos flowed && slowly progressed in power like a nuclear fission, growing day by day to the point it would begin to wear away at his own being. it was why he had been so monstrous in depiction. any normal body would never be able to withstand the constant pile up of chaos radiation. even if he had his toxic byproduct filtered out monthly, it still bothered him to know that his purpose had been to irradiate the world. somewhere deep down, it stung.

                               ❛ - i wasn’t aware GUN had priority regarding alternate zones. - ❜

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-  › :   「 sunny 」

Sunny’s smile brightened when the other returned his wave, even just a little bit. Once he stopped, he put his hands in his coat pockets, tilting back on his heels as mismatched eyes looked up at the other.

He absently rubbed the back of his head and laughed a bit. Well, that had been a bit awkward.

“Yeah, that’s right. I was just really irritated, and I guess it all just built up.”

“Oh! Right, hang on.”

He shuffled into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a fresh apple, offering it out to the other.

“Here. I wanted t’thank you for listening.”

› ; .             HIS BODY appears to visibly tense as sunny partners up in a docile mannerism, overly friendly as a sign of good will — maybe to others it would seem as a testament of good faith. oddly enough, it seemed like overkill to shadow. there was no need or calling for sunmy’s mutual respect, yet here he was offering it out as though shadow had in some right earned it equally as sunny had his own. the feeling of acceptance is a warm swelling sensation, foreign beyond a reasonable doubt to the hybrid even as he seemed to have finally gained some ground on accustoming to his life on the planet.

             there’s still this general sense of camraderie that remains unspoken between him && the hero of the future, a spark that trickles out into a firework the farther down the line he tries to veer. no matter how hard he shakes this one down, there’s no steering away from the inevitable ; they were certainly destined to be friends, regardless of shadow’s choice in the matter. && quite honestly, he was content with that. sunny shows IMMACULATE skill in the regiments of training && mental fortitude, even if naïveté was an umbrella held above his head.

             the one thing he hadn’t expected was the sudden production of an apple, an item so frivolously unimportant && yet attentive that shadow just couldn’t ignore its call. a fleeting hand snakes to bite claws into tender flesh && yoink it away from the gifting part, eyes scanning hungrily in curiosity over the fruit. why would he. . .? && why him of all people? as he gets his answer, shadow barely notices how his previous bruising grip finally punctures into the fruit’s skin && allows its nectar to dribble down && stain gloves. ❛ - —-ah. - ❜

                               ❛ - so you thank me with a shell-bound seedling core. - ❜

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ANATOMY HEADCANONS.

here are some headcanons pertaining to this shadow’s alien features && their representation.

: : ​— his skin is actually a thin but durable layer of chitinous hide ; it counts as his skeletal structure as he has no integral skeleton inside his body beyond that of pure muscle, tendons, tissues, && organs. the only real “skin” he has is that on his muzzle, as gerald wanted at least SOME part of shadow to resemble mobian life.

: : ​— he does not have hair or fur. what he is coated in is depicted or seen as a silken fur coat of black with red stripes ; however, these are merely exterior nerves && nerve endings — or vibrissae — that act as his sense of touch much like the whiskers of a cat. they occasionally shed but should never be cut as it causes severe pain.

: : ​— this hair does not grow everywhere, as his wrists && feet have lizard-like scale-shaped growths along the chitin resembling that of black doom’s shoulders. they are able to be folded down && are usually kept fastened in place by gloves && inhibitor rings paired with wristlet cuffs. such exposed areas are extremely sensitive — unlike the fluctuating sensitivity of his hair — && considered intimate to shadow.

: : ​— his quills are essentially tentacles or extensions of the head also covered in hair ; if they were to be shaved ( not factoring in the pain it’d cause ) shadow’s quill growths might resemble that of black doom’s star form && his six tentacles.

: : ​— much like his brethren bred for war he has guarded forearms, meaning his elbows specifically crop in minute extensions that point towards himself like a shield or a residual tail. these are usually optimal for bracing defense or bunting off incoming melee.

: : ​— he has exceptionally carnivorous teeth despite not bearing the need or organ functionality to process && disgest nutrition, leaving them only as a service to maim && destroy. albeit that he has a case of overbite that forces hunter-like fangs to veer from his top lip, shadow will occasionally secrete a slightly viscous green saliva ; simply put, he drools to compensate for the overproduction of his blood.

: : ​— with his intended purpose to be a powercell for the chaos energy of the chaos emeralds, he is often contaminated by the radiation of its overuse && therefore his blood becomes a byproduct of both alien waste && chaos radiation — this concoction is labeled as a biohazard && is usually scheduled to be drained && filtered through a machine for almost an hour every month for shadow to be able to maintain his consciousness without degrading his inhibitor rings. if he is to eat or consume items, while he IS able to digest them, the consumed objects are then broken down into mush of acidic properties && then integrate into his bloodstream. this also ends up contaminating him, hence another reason for his monthly filtering. objects DO NOT need to be edible for shadow to be able to consume them.

: : ​— shadow has a third eye on his forehead but never opened it, not even when his father or the professor commanded it of him during experimentation. according to shadow, he put it as such in his own words : “ i do not wish to risk the lives of others by bringing forth this judgment day. ” it is best assumed that he holds the capability to manipulate or control others using this sensory organ, leaving it safest that he never opts to utilize it at all.

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-  › :   「 ares 」

Which one? The first or the second? 

Could he even call the first time a fall? Not really. It was more of of a controlled decent back down to the planet. A decent that went horribly wrong but those were details he wasn’t willing to dig into. At least, not of his own free will. The second would definitely fit under the definition of a fall. A very…incredibly long fall. 

Memories flooded back into his mind as he thought back to his battle on the ARK. Or, at least, the ones he still had. A vignette leading up to his fight with the prototype, his team up with Sonic. The first time he’d ever gone super. The fight itself was so insignificant to the other memories surrounding it that he barely remembered it. A flash in the pan, a brilliant light show for all those watching to see. And then…it stopped. 

Weightlessness, weakness, a feeling of freedom. 50 years spent locked away. His body asleep but his mind very much alive. Boiling with anger, and pain. To have all that raw emotion let go, in a single moment. To release its hold on him and fade into the atmosphere with him. He had never felt so…at peace before. 

Perhaps, that was the world’s way of welcoming him. The planet taking him into her loving embrace, just like she did Maria and Gerald all those years ago. Finally giving him a chance to be happy. And he was more than willing to accept it.

If only to have that freedom stripped from him. Forcing him back into the land of the living. Back into a society that rejected him for everything he was and everything he stood for, despite the countless times he saved it. If only because they couldn’t handle his appearance, or see beyond his mistakes. It burned like bile in the back of his throat. It brought his quills to a point. His brows furrowed. His teeth grit at the end of the cigarette between his lips. Nothing. Nothing he ever did mattered. No one could see past the monster he’d become. So he locked himself away to once again stew in his own anger and pain.

“Can’t say I have.” He finally decided to actually answer the question, instead of simply float around in his mind. Something he found himself doing more frequently as of late. “If she was, she did a bad job of it.” he put out his smoke, smothering it until nothing but the butt was left. 

“Don’t know about you, but, I’d say she pretty quickly rejected me.” His hands found their way to his pockets, fingers toying with the idea of taking another cigarette, but they never did. “Though I wish she didn’t.” He huffed a breath of air, closing his eyes. 

“What about you?”

› ; .                              ❛ - in the brief moment that starfall occurred, yes ; i felt as though years of being burdened with a life designed by others had just been unshackled. for the first time i felt free, such did maria desire when we first boarded the ARK. her only wish was to live, to no longer be kept in lockdown by a force she could not control. she was living a life she had not chosen. - ❜ && through him, her final wish came true : he now enforced the capability of others, their right to freedom && entitlement to be who they chose to be.

             where as the other’s features were less prominent, stripes was VERY MUCH SO a monster. fangs hung from his lips in a natural overbite, claws stretching against gloves as they had for so many years. the soft glow of his features had also highlighted his alien assets that made him prone to the elements of earth, a disadvantage on mobian ground. for a moment he reflects back on his memories, tattered by distance && neglect after all this time. it’s difficult to see past the fog of spitefulness && distrust, but he can still see her face. her tears.

                               ❛ - i can see what you mean by her rejection. it seems to me that this planet will never understand foreign life. - ❜

[fortruechaos-moved]

whaddup i thought i had more energy for a new promo but i don’t so what’s good, my name’s ren, and i’m ready to revive this little blog for shadow the hedgehog of the sonic the hedgehog video game series. indie, low-med activity, private, oc + crossover-friendly, human verse for easier interaction with human muses, etc. etc.

please like/rb if interested and to spread the word around!

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-  › :   「 knuckles​ 」

      where tf did all these shadows come from this is bullshit.

hi

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not at home, icons unavailable, but just know : SHADOW IS PROUD OF YOU CREAM.

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› ; .             RAKED ROOFTOPS litter the city skyline, a somber setting for any mobian to savor. atop a five story building stands a familiar figure, star-shaped quills flexing upon the breeze blowing up against his back. stripes wasn’t letting the small details bother him, there was no need to raise his security at the moment ; all was calm.

             it’s only when a warp zings in his ear, body half-turning to look back upon the intruder stepping foot onto the platform he already had priority over. greeted by a mirror image, stripes feels every fiber deemed fur stand on end, tough hide steeled in case of an authority breach or challenge. his voice remains quieted, distilled from the ghostly serenity of the dusk settling around them. ❛ - not everyday you find yourself questioning the inevitable. - ❜ a snide comment thrown to the wind as he steadies his stature, fists properly formed at his sides as he stands chest out.

                               ❛ - you should know the drill ; name && purpose. - ❜ to the observer’s eye, the unruly && unkempt demeanor of this alien hybrid stood out above most : nerve ending tissues that resembled hair, gnarled carnivorous teeth hidden behind a miniature overbite && lightly drooling jaws, pointed chitinous elbow elongations, mild bioluminescence. EVERY DETAIL stood out amongst the opposing alternates when it came to stripes, particularly the green sheen to his salivations. grotesque as he may be, it was a mutated genetic pool he had learned to live with.

             almost as if to egg the other on he darts his tendril-like tongue out from in between canid teeth. ❛ - WELL ? - ❜

-  › : 「 @fortruechaos 」

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-  › :   「 shadow 」

         ╳ ┊ u l t i m a t e  »  The black hedgehog barely knew what being comforted felt like. Is this.. it? At first no words came out, only his tired gaze slowly examined the other. At least Stripes’ words didn’t feel malicious. And he knows what it’s like, huh..? Well, Shadow’s not going to doubt him.. He’s his alternate after all. But why is he saying things like this? It doesn’t make sense.

          “… Sometimes I feel like ‘time’ is my enemy. But why do you care?” Probably curiosity. “But for your information, I don’t feel like it matters much. The pain, I mean. It’s there. It’s normal. And sometimes it’s the only thing reminding me I’m not a machine.”

› ; .             EMOTIONS WERE HIGH seeing how the other struggles to convene on the matter. stripes levies his highlighted brows, those rubied portions furrowing in as he rests a hand upon the other’s shoulder. he may be smaller in stature, but even his alternate could see the evidence beyond the smog. ❛ - pain does bode well when it comes to bringing us back to reality, although best to be kept in minute doses. don’t allow it to fester. bombardinng yourself with something you’re unable to handle is never a healthy way to reinstigate the disillusion. - ❜

                               ❛ - i care because i can see an individual upon a balance, his counterweight upheaving his progress towards a better future. i don’t wish to impede ; that is not my place, however i can’t watch you fall asunder to the malicious intent of another. - ❜ his grip tenses, claws dug against flesh from underneath gloves. ❛ - we don’t need to discuss the dilemma. i only ask that if you are in need of comfort, don’t forget you do not have to bear through this alone. - ❜ IS THIS HIS WAY OF EXTENDING FRIENDSHIP? perhaps ; it’s also a subtle hint towards his own loneliness.

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› ; .                              ❛ - what ?  no ;  that chemical has the power to abolish all necessary systems to keep you alive, silver. try drinking salt water, i hear it’s good for the throat. - ❜

-  › :   「 @eunkenisis // (whispers) is bleach edible 」

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-  › :   「 sonic 」

“Um..” He paused, collecting his thoughts. Sonic gaze met Shadow’s. “No she hasn’t she kept telling the grey faces and others that i’m not the father… but.” He sighed slightly.  “I don’t mind helping her and being the father figure, it just so soon..” 

› ; .             THE OTHER’S WORDS are met with a brief relief from the older mobian, sonic gently released as shadow sets the other back onto his own sneaker soles, gloves dusting off where they had priorly clutched ahold of him. it’s less of a sweat to know that this wasn’t a birth-given child, let alone a biologically associated one with amy herself. ( imagine the strain on their already tense relationship if it turned out to not be sonic’s. ) shadow lets his vision twist from the floor back onto his rival’s set of emerald eyes, previous scorn reprived && replaced with genuine concern.

                               ❛ - so i’ve heard, - ❜ reassures him, a sign shadow had been listening in on the unconventional onslaught of anonymity. ❛ - regardless of her relation to the child, they’ve been placed into her care for now — meaning that until she finds a suitable home, AMY HERSELF might foster the young one. - ❜ it’s a radical change to her lifestyle, one that shadow’s sure may have drastic complications to any priorities previously made && endanger her dreams for success on any front. unplanned parenthood was NEVER a good situation for anyone, even in the most financially stable scenario. his next words come abruptly, assumably cutting off any thoughts he had been mulling over.

                               ❛ - if she plans to go through with this, the best you can do is be there for her && support her emotionally ; no mother should have to bear the burden of stress alone. - ❜

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› ; .             THE UNKNOWNS of the multiverse often included those of already familiar territory, shadow having already kept a keen on the green scourge that was another sonic long since current date. what he hadn’t expected was more of them ; at least, more duplicates of others. seeing MILES was like staring down the mirrored image of an accomplice’s family, except their familiarities had been largely obscured by evidence of a harsh past, perhaps traumas endured from over decades of neglect. it felt surreal — like he was watching tails himself live through the same realities of the world shadow had been prone to over the past half a century.

             eyes narrow upon seeing the other make the slightest movement, the first step to advance on the hedgehog’s presence instantly rewarded with the bristling of silken fur, the chitinous leathery skin beneath flexing like a lizard on high alert. he wouldn’t DARE let his vision waver from this tactful double. having known what tails was capable of in this dimension meant his doppels were sure to have a few strategical tricks up their sleeve. letting sleeping dogs lie would be his best approach to the situation ; shadow often learned on his own how attitude was crucial to defusing high tension scenarios such as this. shoulders albeit previously hitched attempt to lower their guard as he remains stood objectively secure in his defenses, the hybrid giving miles one last once over for analysis.

                               ❛ - I SEE the opposing dimension is still bleeding through these days. what’s the allure that’s brought you over this time ; another attempt on the power of chaos ? — or perhaps something more personal ? - ❜

-  › : 「 @lerfmuses // starter 」

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› ; .             DARK EYES turn onto the speckled visage of sunny, light drifting between their embodiments like the aura field of two differently set pieces on a magnetic pull. gazes lock as heterochromia meets adjacent scarlets, those that bore into his skull like unspoken drills ; of course, that must not be new to the other as he supposedly waves in advance to greet shadow, a gesture that catches him mildly off guard. with a flinch he finds himself managing a miniature smirk that flushes along his muzzle at the crazed notion the other never truly seemed to be intimidated by him, let alone dismiss his authority as earth’s assigned guardian. it made the alien hybrid feel as though he was truly quintessential, like he wasn’t as worthless as others sought him out to be.

             though it’s brief he too raises his hand to wave back, a tiny return that tries to stave off any confrontation or further conversation — although that doesn’t seem to dissuade sunny from approaching. any previous smile quickly falls asunder as he notices those boots wade closer, shadow’s arm falling back into place to lock into his usual arm fold. he wasn’t TAKING ANY CHANCES with showing vulnerability or emotion today, especially not with someone so naïve && susceptible themselves. a curt nod greets silver as he finally reaches an acceptable position a few feet from shadow’s stood visage, stripes barely aglow in the sun’s presence amidst their bioluminescence.

                               ❛ - good to see you too, sunny. i believe we held a brief conversation last night in regards your disappointment with being associated as yet another duplicate of yourself, correct ? - ❜

-  › : 「 @psychokineticsunshine // starter 」

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mfw i write endless paragraphs && followed two plot-driven blogs both equally minimalistic but HOLY SHIT DID THEY JUST GIVE MY MUSE A GOD DAMN HEART ATTACK IN UNDER TEN MINUTES.

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› ; .             ANYTHING HELD in his hands prior is lost as he teleports inches from the other, fingers curling fast && tight to his shoulders as he hikes the other off his feet by his chest. held up so they’re nose to nose, the elder is instantly hissing in a whisper as though others could hear. ❛ - suppose i believe you ; what are THEY going to say when you come clean ? has she even announced you as the father ? you’re not liable until SHE labels you. - ❜

-  › : 「 @azureblursonic // cont 」